The early spring sun shone on the endless wilderness, the sky that had been raging for a winter finally cleared, the snow had melted, and the willow trees on the roadside began to spit out new shoots, and one by one the tender green branches swayed in the wind.

The weeds and wildflowers that had been silent for a winter began to grow wildly under the moisture of spring dew, and the clusters of fresh wild vegetables burrowed out of the frozen soil and stretched with new green shoots. Even the river that had been silent for a long time not far from the city seemed to be infected by the spring that filled the sky, and flowed into the distance with joy.

The spring in front of them was so charming, but none of the Manchurians in Hetuara were in the mood to enjoy the beauty, and their hearts were all occupied by fear at this time.

In a spacious courtyard in the city, a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam was sitting on a chair, looking at a Manchu general kneeling in front of her with tears in her eyes.

This middle-aged beautiful woman is none other than a member of the harem maids who were sent to Hetuara by Huang Taiji, and she is the concubine Namu Zhong of Yijing.

Since Zhezhe's absence, Namu Zhong has become the highest-ranking concubine in Huang Taiji's harem, and now that Huang Taiji is gone, she is naturally the nominal supreme person in charge here.

It stands to reason that being able to make a name for himself in Hetuara is a gratifying thing for anyone, but Namu Zhong would rather live quietly as an ordinary harem concubine than take on this burden.

Namu Zhong trembled her lips and asked, "Chen Tai...... What did you say? You say Your Majesty, he'...... Your Majesty, he's riding the sky? ”

"Your Royal Highness, Your Majesty has indeed died!"

The Manchu generals kneeling on the ground were already crying.

This general was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and he looked very Sven from his face, not at all like the fierce-looking Manchus around him, and the name Chen Tai sounded like a very authentic Han name at first glance, but in fact he was the most authentic Manchu.

Chen Tai's full name is Niu Hulu Chen Tai, a man with a yellow flag in Manchuria, in another historical time and space, after the Manchus lived in the Central Plains, he served as a waiter in the Ministry of Rites, a scholar in the Ministry of Officials, and a scholar of the Academy of National History, and was also an important figure in the early Qing Dynasty.

Although Chen Tai is not famous, he is a general that Huang Taiji trusts, otherwise Huang Taiji would not entrust him with the heavy responsibility of his concubines and children.

Just now, after Chen Tai received the bad news from Shenyang, he was shocked and did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly found this earliest palace and reported the news to Namu Zhong.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... You're finally gone! ”

Tears kept pouring out of Namu Zhong's delicate face, and at this moment she felt extremely hesitant and frightened in her heart.

Although she knew before this that the Ming army was dispatched this time, and it was probably difficult to resist with the national strength and strength of the Qing Dynasty at this time, she still had a trace of luck in her heart, hoping that this time she could repel the Ming army, and Huang Taiji had the opportunity to send someone to pick them up and return to Shengjing as promised before, but now she received the bad news that Huang Taiji and even all the Manchu high-level troops were wiped out.

Seeing Namu Zhong only caring about tears, Chen Tai, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but say: "Guifei Niangniang, now is not the time to be sad." According to the news from the spies, the Ming army has already killed us, and we will arrive in Hetuara tomorrow, so we have to find a way to deal with it quickly. ”

"Thoughts?"

Namu Zhong smiled bitterly: "I'm just an ordinary woman, how can I understand these military affairs?" Chen Tai, tell me the truth now, can we defeat the Ming army? ”

Chen Tai was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The minions dare not deceive the noble concubine, there are still six thousand of the most elite Zhenghuang Banner warriors under the hands of the minions, which is logically enough to resist tens of thousands of Ming troops, but at that time, the old Huang Li, since the Ming army was equipped with new firearms on a large scale, the previous advantages of our Manchurian warriors have disappeared." The martial arts strength and heavy armor that have been boiled for many years are no different from ordinary people in front of the firecracker, so ...... So ......"

Chen Tai's words were interrupted before he finished speaking: "So you don't have the confidence to stop the Ming army, is that so?" ”

Namu Zhong's words were very unkind, Chen Tai's face turned red, although he was unwilling, he could only lower his head and whisper: "Concubine Niangniang, the slave is incompetent, please punish him." ”

Namu Zhong was silent for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "That's it, it's not that you are incompetent, but that our opponent is too strong." Tens of thousands of elites in Shengjing City have all been defeated by the Ming army, let alone you? ”

Chen Tai's face turned even redder, at this time he only hated himself for being too incompetent and failing His Majesty's instructions.

After a long time, Namu Zhong's faint voice rang: "Chen Tai, get up, give me a seat!" ”

"Xie Niangniang!"

After Chen Taixie, he sat on the stool next to him and pulled his buttocks.

Namu Zhong pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "Chen Tai, since you said that Hetuala can't stop the Ming army, can we retreat again and leave Hetuala to the Ming army?" ”

Chen Tai shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Niangniang, this is impossible. Why did His Majesty let us retreat to Hetuala, because we have tens of thousands of horses, and it is not a small amount for people to eat horses every day, Hetuara can still barely supply, if we retreat again, we can only continue to go north, but there is nothing in the north except the deep mountains and old forests, how can we supply tens of thousands of people, if we really want to do this, I am afraid that it will take less than a month for us to drink the northwest wind. ”

Namu Zhong was silent, Chen Tai's words were right.

According to the calculation that each person needs one pound of food every day, the food consumed by tens of thousands of people in a day will be calculated in 10,000 catties, not to mention other daily necessities such as cloth, medicine, tea and so on.

What Chen Tai said just now about drinking the northwest wind was just a polite statement, if there was no food, the army would mutiny, and when he thought of the consequences of the army mutiny, Namu Zhong couldn't help but shudder.

The more she thought about it, the more irritable Namu Zhong couldn't help but lose her temper: "I can't run and can't run, and I can't keep it, so what should we do?" Is it difficult to surrender to the Ming army? ”

"Surrender?"

Namu Zhong said only angry words, but Chen Tai's next words surprised her.

"Guifei Niangniang, if the Ming army can promise to save the lives of Guifei Niangniang and His Majesty's concubines and Ago Gege, the slave thinks it's okay."

"What?" Namu Zhong opened his mouth wide and looked at him in surprise: "Chen Tai, are you crazy?" ”

"The minions are not crazy!"

Chen Tai stood up calmly, took two steps forward, and knelt down towards Namu Zhong.

"After thinking about it, this is the only way to preserve His Majesty's flesh and blood. The Han people usually boast of benevolence and righteousness, as long as they agree to our terms, they will generally not repent, we can propose to them to give us the area around Hetuala, let us breed and inhabit here, and we will surrender to them.

This is also the way to preserve the last bit of blood and bones of our people. Of course, this is just a little bit of the minion's opinion, if the concubine does not agree, the minion will take the warriors of the yellow flag to fight with the Ming army to the last soldier. ”

Looking at Chen Tai, who was kneeling on the ground again, Namu Zhong was silent......